I found the slob in the kitchen, eating as usual, his face buried deep in his plate. I crawled under the kitchen table, and unzipped the fat man’s p...nts. He jerked violently, and realized it was my hand in his pants. “Katie, I need you to s-stop. You can’t be doing this; you’re my niece!” Uncle Ron stammered as I pulled his small prick out. It was small, maybe five inches, but it was really thick. “Shut up, fat man. You can stop pretending to give a fuck that we’re related now. And stop calling. She was a pretty bold woman. A lot of people used to stare at her while she smoked cigarettes (we know how we Indians are) but she knew how to ignore others. I started liking her company but I kept it to myself as she was a married woman.Meanwhile, our WhatsApp chats were getting naughtier. We started talking about things like ‘boobs’ and ‘vagina’. But it was never like sex chat or something. Being a horny guy that I am, I even went on to ask if I could touch her boobs or if I could kiss her,. I took a shower and started prepping the food for dinner. I ran the vacuum a little and dusted close to Jim’s chair and table. This way he will think I was cleaning inside all day. Or at least that was the hope anyway.Dinner time came, and I rang the bell outside the door. We had one of those old-fashioned dinner bells there. A few minutes later Jim and our son came in. They looked beat. I knew it was hot outside today and they were working in the fields way in the back of the property. They. Do you mind if I share the table with you?’ Brad asked. She smiled and made a gesture with her hand, palm up, ‘Oh no, please sit down. I’d enjoy some company…I’m new here and don’t know many people yet.’ ‘Thanks. I’m Brad Covington, just starting my third year. So, you’re a freshman?’ ‘Hi Brad. I’m Allison McKinley. No, I’m somewhere between being a sophomore and a junior.’ She chuckled, ‘I transferred here from Hartwell Junior College, but not all my credits transferred with me – I need six.